What's the topic?

I don't have a specific topic today. I am just going to write random things and you will probably read through everything in case I get around to placing something of great interest in this post. You can't help yourself from reading all the way through; it's like when there is a car accident on the road ahead, you're craning your neck to see what's happened.

So, in no particular order...

I have lost two pounds eating healthier overall since the nutritionist. I have added in actual vegetables to my nightly meal and I bought some clementines at an agonizing price of $8.99. That means I am sometimes eating fruits and vegetables in the same day. Can you imagine? That's what healthy people do I'm told. Bring it on.

I have cut my visits to Dunkin Donuts to once a week. Today was that day. Yippee, I love their velvety hot chocolate. It's sooooooo good and so bad for you. That is behind the once a week visit to DD. Everything in moderation, right?

I am also cutting down on my other food master: pizza. DD is my dark mistress and pizza is my cheesey master. I used to order pizza more than once a week at times, I am ashamed to say. That is part of what got me into this weeble-body/bloated Michelin (wo)man predicament. I am now ordering myself a small pizza and eating it for more than one day. OMG, look at me go. Too bad I have so much weight to lose now that I am on a real roll.

I also got a nifty surprise package the other day in the mail. I can get mail at my apartment building or at the post office where I have had a box since I left my wasband. I hadn't been to the post office in about two weeks so it truly was a nice surprise to get something besides the local ads I throw out.

What did I get? A package from my biological dad with a note and picture of me in a frame. The picture is of me at 5 months old. I have to say I was one of those baldy babies with only a little bit of hair on my little head. I'm wearing a cute little dress and I am leaning forward on some awful orange shag type rug. I'm not smiling but rather looking pensive as if I'm contemplating universal unknowns.

Big whoop, a baby picture you're thinking inside that organ that rests atop your spinal column. But, you see, it is a big deal for me. There are no baby pictures of me in my mom's house. None, zip, zero, nada. My mom had me when she was young, pregnant her senior year, and I was an embarrassment to her. I still am in many ways, especially because I am not thin. So the very act of seeing myself brought a lot of good feelings up.

I have the picture over by the computer so I can look at that pensive baby face and remember how cute I am. That's a positive message for my psyche to take in.

That's all I've got for now.